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Dean knew exactly when and under what circumstances they'd met. But explaining to a bunch of strangers that he originally thought Ferid was a kidnapper wouldn't do much to encourage them that his apples were okay to eat. Besides, he wasn't kidnapping the kid like Dean originally thought; he was literally saving him from getting hit by a car.

Unlike Saphir, who had the good sense to keep his mouth shut, Dean shrieked like a banshee and ran around, giving the spiders full reign of his mouth, if they so chose. Thankfully, unlike the urban legend, spiders really weren't interested in mouths - but he could feel them on his lips and in his earlobes. "I DON'T CARE WHAT I SMELL LIKE GET EM OFF GET EM OFF GET EM OFF!!!!!!" Some seemed to listen, whether to him or Ferid, he couldn't say. Others remained, and he swatted at the droves, squirming like a child being tickled.

And then Saphir had the nerve, nay, the gall to cry for help - to try and take help away from him?! "DEAL WITH YER KARMA SPIDERS YERSELF Y'JERK!"

...At least no one had a fullblown phobia of spiders.... right? ...Well, if they didn't as of this moment, they might develop it pretty damned soon with some post-traumatic stress. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case though, eesh. At least the trick-or-treating kid that popped in for a second was safe. She got away; maybe she was the smart one! "Yeah--" He said a word or two in Bosnian, probably some choice words at the spiders; a few more of them skittered off of both Saphir and Dean. Then he put one hand on Saphir, one hand on Dean. "Come on, get off there; you don't belong there." They started crawling off the other two, and crawling onto Ferid's arms- Ferid didn't freak out. Instead, he now a walking tree-man whose arms were covered in spiders, walked to the treeline of his property, and bent down, extending his arms to the ground. The spiders skittered to the grass, and then dispersed away from the house. "Don't worry," he called, "they're gone!"

Saphir tried to stay still under Ferid’s wizard-hands, but still did an awful lot of wriggling as the spiders jumped ship. “Nopenopenopenopenope!” he repeated with eyes wrenched shut, until the itchy feel of close-up magic and a couple hundred spiders seemed to finally dissipate. He scratched at his neck and chest soon after, and made the terrible decision to take a peek. He was treated to the sight of tree guy, now with arms blacked by a churning blanket of spiders. No doubt he’d be treated to that sight every friggin’ day in his nightmares.

Still, the creepy crawlies seeeemed like they’d left with Ferid’s coaxing? At least that had Saph’s heart hammering a bit less furiously in his chest.

And speaking of furious…

“The HELL?!” Saph turned to the kid, throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m sittin’ here worryin’ over ya, an’ all the thanks I get is spiders?! SPIDERS?!”

He gave the kid a shove... kinda harder than he meant to? Immediately his expression went full-on ‘oh shit.’ Saph didn’t think he HURT the kid or nothin’, but little guys like him and physical confrontation did NOT go well together. “YOU’RE the, uh, JERK here,” he finished sweatily. “Y’JERK.”

Dean flinched at Ferid's touch, and when the man told him he didn't belong here, he opened his mouth to cuss him out, before he realized who he was talking to. The eight-legged army was vacating his flesh vessel, at Ferid's command. "...might give Trev a run fer his money," Dean mumbled to himself. Where Trevor could command peacocks, treeman could command the spiders.

Before he could even sit back and appreciate his newfound spider-freedom, Saph came at him all metaphorically frothy-mouthed and 'roid-ragey. He didn't see the shove coming until it happened, and he hit the ground. For a second, ice-cold terror filled his veins, but the ice quickly boiled into steam as anger took its place. The features of his face contorted unnaturally as though something was moving under his skin. He pushed himself to his feet, breathing heavily and in a restrained manner. "CALL ME THAT ONE MORE TIME. I DARE YOU."

Ferid thought that the two would settle down once the spiders were gone... nope, it only seemed to add fuel to the fire now that there wasn't a horde of creepy-crawles on both of them. There were words -and- a shove metaphorically thrown. The spiders skittered back into the woods, and Ferid stood up, looking back to the two kids- kids, yup, because they were acting like it. "You two," he started, coming foward towards the both of them. "It's Halloween. Can we -not- have any fights? You're scaring the other trick-or-treaters." Ferid exuded calm energy, literally and physically, and depending on their state of mind, they'd find themselves a bit calmer. More fairy magic? Maybe. If they didn't respond to that, well, he'd have to try other measures.

Saph wasn’t just sweating bullets, he was sweating the whole damn arsenal.

He knew he’d screwed up—knew he was ACTIVELY screwing up—but stubbornness and petty aggrievement were REALLY backing him into a corner here.

"Aw, y-yeah?" Saph stammered. He was horrified—not just by his failure to keep his idiot mouth shut, but also by the weird shit happening to Dean’s face.

Despite obviously paling at the sight of him, Saphir squared his shoulders, doing his best to look intimidating. “W-whaddaya gonna do about it?” he asked. Naturally, he came off about as menacing as an egg noodle—just… maybe a slightly thicker noodle than he used to be.

It was honestly a godsend when Ferid stepped in—sans spiders, thankfully—and Saphir (squirrel-face that he was) quickly scrambled to put the tree guy between himself and Dean.

And hey. Having a voluntary meatshield nearby was kind of reassuring, actually—his heart didn’t feel nearly as inclined to beat its way outta his chest, for one thing. And honestly, with Ferid there, even staying pissed off at the kid was like grabbing for a wet bar of soap—the more he tried, the more the feeling just slipped outta his grasp.

All he really felt was… kinda itchy?

…Wait a minute.

Wait a goddamn MINUTE.

Realization gradually dawned on him, right alongside his stinkin’ allergy. After aaall that talk about not making with the fairy magic, was tree guy REALLY gonna pull a fast one like this?!

For the moment, it seemed like Saph forgot about the kid completely, giving Ferid an incredulous look as he scratched at the back of his neck.

“...Seriously?”

The last thing Dean was expecting was for squirrel-face to square up when push came to shove. Or, err, the shove already happened so when shove came to push..? Things normally didn't get that far. He'd usually hurl insults at others and someone would walk off. Now, things were looking like a fight was inevitable. He grit his teeth and puffed out his chest to try and look intimidating right back at him. "I'm...I'm gonna..." What was he going to do? He couldn't decide. "Gonna...er....um...I'm gonna..."

Luckily, Ferid once again broke up the spat, and the squirrel-face scampered to safety before an all out brawl started. "I didn't start nothin'! Ferid he freakin' PUSHED me!" Dean pointed an accusatory finger. Why was he being scolded, darn it? "Y'saw 'im! Pushed me to the ground!" Despite his loud protests, he could feel himself simmering down a tad. "It aint my fault," he mumbled.

Ahh, both Saph and Dean thought that they were being backed into a corner. Lots of miscommunication, among other things, was going on. Some magic, too..... and Dean's face getting a little bit intimidating. He was fine acting as a voluntary meat shield for either or both of them, though he wished he didn't have to be.

"Okay, okay," he said, moving his hands in a 'shh, I believe you' gesture. "It's been a long night. Why don't I go and make some more candy apples for the two of you, hm?" He asked. "What are your two favorite things to put on them?"

And then, Saph gave him a look. "-What?" Was Ferid aware that he was giving off those calming vibes? Maybe not.

In any case, he turned to go on inside to make more apples for the two of them after they gave their responses.

[I'll be out of pocket for a few days, so keep on posting without me!]

Dean’s accusation was enough for Saph to peek out from behind his guy-shaped cover. “Spiders,” he told the kid, pinching the air for emphasis, “to my face.” Seriously, he could not stress that enough!

Crossly, Saph folded his arms and mumbled something about ‘rats’ and ‘snitches’ while Ferid said his piece. The only thing that bugged him worse than being talked to like a five-year-old was knowing full well he kinda deserved it.

“AWRIGHT! So maybe I shouldn’ta put hands on ya,” Saphir grumbled. “I’m sorry. Okay? I wasn’t TRYIN’ ta hurt ya, it’s just… look, whaddaya want from me, kid, I’m like ten minutes inta bein’ freakishly large over here.”

…Huh. Saph scratched at his chin in thought (and itchiness), trying to decide what sorta game Ferid was playing at. Saph liked to maintain a healthy amount of paranoia around genuinely nice guys like this… but honestly? Tree guy DID seem kind of oblivious. Who knows? Maybe he really couldn’t help but give off magic. Like dandruff or something.

But before Saph could squint at him further, the big guy was off to make good on his offer. Conspiracy theorizing could wait, there was candy apple bribery to be had.

“Y’know, between all the dirt an’ cursed fruit, I figure I probably had enough add-ons tonight, boss.” He paused, jerking a thumb over to Dean.

“Why don't ya give my share ‘a the curses to the kid, eh?" he added, risking a crooked little smile in Dean's direction. "Ya KNOW he’ll eat ‘em.”

Dean threw his arms in the air in exasperation. "Hey I got spiders to my face TOO, y'know! Y'weren't the only freakin' one it happened to. Get over it." Absolutely no acknowledgement that Saphir's fate was entirely his own doing. Why would he acknowledge that? It meant having to apologize, and he had no intention to. That is, until Saphir went first. "FINE. Maybe I should've throw spiders in yer face, okay?! It wasn't cool." And it was self-defence, gosh darn it!

To Ferid, Dean crossed his arms and mumbled, "Chocolate 'an nuts." before the man headed towards his little fairy house.

Things were just starting to work out, when Saph had to get another dig in. (Though let's be honest, he simply beat Dean to it.) His face turned red. "DUDE WHAT THE HELL?! I AINT OUT 'ERE EATIN' CURSED SHIT FER FUN!"